Hubris
Steady as logic dictates
the truth of superstitious rotation
and effect, unmasks the mystic
trappings of a fated existence ritual
locked into the spinning orbs lightyears away,
locked like us to the gravity of the sun,
but no more, and if it is more,
the intricate complexities of small stirrings
would never be understood or solid enough
to set the tone for the day or for a season.
Dead art that does not evolve with knowledge
is blind art, is needed
by the desperate to feed the need
for false certainty.
The veil is lifted, unveiling
a more magnificent mystery, movement,
igniting the joy of undetermined, humble
exploration.
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Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2025
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First published in “Winamop” December 2025
https://www.winamop.com/ag2500.htm
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